I don't know about you but when I was a kid, summertime meant ice-cream trucks for me. I would strain my ears to listen for the tinkling music from the neighborhood ice cream truck. To me, the ice cream truck was the Pied Piper. Even though I'm now grown, apparently it's still the Pied Piper to me. Here's my ridiculous ice-cream truck story:
A couple of years ago, I was hanging out with Big Buddha and Mei at their parents' house during the summer. The windows were open and suddenly, we heard it...the faint tinkling music of the ice cream truck. And it was getting stronger by each second. As we were scrambling to find our wallets, the ice cream truck music started to fade. Huh. Someone forgot to tell this particular ice cream truck driver that you're supposed to drive slowly through the neighborhoods, not pretend that you're Speed Racer!
By the time we found our wallets and had our money in hand, we could barely hear the ice cream truck music. But since we were adults and no longer kids, we did the sensible thing. We all piled into my SUV and started driving around their rather large neighborhood, listening for the ice cream truck music. Let's just say that there was a lot of starting, stopping, shushing, ear straining, arguing, and going the wrong direction. But...we eventually found the ice cream truck! I think the driver was slightly (okay...a lot) taken aback when the three of us jumped out of my car and started running for him. He was probably thinking, "They have a car. Why were they following me? They could have just gone to the supermarket." Yes, I'm sure you were thinking that too but where's the fun in it?
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